Crossbow bolts fell like deadly hail as Kurien ran down the street with a bag of coins clinking merrily at his belt. The gold had been freely given, albeit under false pretenses, and he had no intention of giving it back. He had sold the Lord of this Holding a batch of his ‘Famous Rejuvenating Elixir’ for an exorbitant amount of gold. It was, of course, really worthless rotgut mixed with a few herbs to make it taste like medication, but how would the greedy old bastard ever learn his lesson if he didn’t pay for it?
He ducked under a bolt that would have punctured his skull, slipped sideways into an alley, put his back against the wall and got ready. Pulling a dagger from his belt, he cut through a rope that held a stack of empty casks and sent them tumbling into the alleyway.
“Halt you thieving mongrel!” One of the guards chasing him shouted. “Come back with the Lord’s gold!”
When the guard came around the corner at a dead sprint, he collided with the tumbling barrels, crashing onto his face. The second guard was running too fast and had to choose between stepping on his friend or hitting the barrels. The first guard’s face made a funny squishing sound when it was mushed into the mud.
“Watch your step friends, these streets are slippery!” Kurien said cheerfully, climbing up a nearby rain gutter to the third floor of a warehouse and vaulting into an open window. A group of dangerous looking folk all turned to stare in his direction. A case of something was open on a table between them and all of them were armed to the teeth.
“Raken, is this one of yours?” A woman with a scar running across her left eye asked in an artificially casual drawl as her hand fell to the hilt of a nasty looking dagger at her belt.
“Jana, you know better, this punk isn’t attached to us.” Raken said, giving Kurien a narrow glare. “Although he might be your lackey.”
“Hey I’m just passing through, but The Lord’s Guard is hot on my trail.” Kurien laughed, “Of course it’s all just a silly misunderstanding. I didn’t mean to interrupt your er whatever this is.”
“Get him!” Jana shouted, drawing her dagger.
Kurien struck a theatrical pose and a jangling guitar chord struck up from nowhere. Jana’s dagger dropped from limp fingers and she stared at him with surprise clear on her face. She made a calming gesture towards her ruffians as Kurien spread his hand wide. “Come now friends, there’s no reason to hurt ME, I’m on YOUR side!”
The music continued and this time Raken relaxed, watching the half-elf as he almost danced through the room toward the door. Kurien didn’t give the others the chance to decide to take matters into their own hands.
“Hey Boss… shouldn’t we be stopping him?” One of the brighter ones asked.
“He’s fine.” Raken and Jana said almost in unison.
“Hey wait a minute, that’s a spell!” Another of the toughs yelled, but Kurien was already through the door and the guard was just struggling through the window.
Laughing merrily, he ran through the hallway, down a flight of stairs and out the door. He pulled off the hat with its attached wig, stuffed it into a small pack and flipped his cloak so that the drab gray showed instead of the bright scarlet he had been wearing. It hadn’t been much of a disguise in the first place but these idiots were easily fooled.
A young beggar sat a few streets down with a bowl that contained a single copper, looking up at him with hopeful eyes. The poor girl was just skin and bone! Kurien patted her on her grimy head and walked down the street casually, whistling a merry tune. He was around the corner before she saw the handful of gold in her bowl. It had been a wonderful day of fooling the so-called “Lord” of this city, and now it was time to redistribute his ill-gotten wealth among those who truly needed it.